Hannah's POVThe room felt like a cage, its walls closing in with every step I took. My feet moved restlessly, pacing, searching for a way out that didn’t exist. The windows loomed high above, their glass panes mocking me with the freedom just beyond reach.Outside, it was already dark. The low murmur of guards reminded me we were still trapped. Jackson, sweet and oblivious, lay curled on the bed, his chest rising and falling in the rhythm of sleep.I knelt beside him, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. My throat tightened. How do I keep him safe? How do I protect my baby from all this?My eyes drifted to the drawer across the room. Something about it pulled at me—a quiet desperation to find answers, to understand. I opened it slowly, the wood creaking softly. Inside, a small photo frame caught the light.I picked it up, my fingers trembling. The girl in the picture—her eyes were Xavier’s. Deep, warm, alive. Her smile was Lily’s, radiant and full of life. But she wasn’t Lily
ANDREW’S POVRoss’s men had left a trail, and Kas and I followed it as swiftly as possible. Our steps were silent, but our hearts pounded. The closer we got to the Oceanic Pack, the tighter the knot in my stomach twisted. This wasn’t just a mission—it was a suicide run. And yet, we had no choice.Kas moved beside me, his jaw clenched, his eyes scanning the surroundings like a predator. But I could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his fingers twitched at his sides. He was as scared as I was, though he’d never admit it. Neither of us spoke, but the unspoken truth hung between us like a storm cloud: We can’t fail. Not this time.The gates loomed ahead, towering and ominous, guarded by two massive wolves who looked like they’d rather rip us apart than ask questions. My pulse spiked as we approached, my mind racing. Keep it together, Andrew. One wrong word, and we’re dead.“Who goes there?” one guard barked, his voice like a whip crack. His eyes narrowed, scanning us with suspicio
HANNAH’S POVXavier’s laughter continued to ring out, even as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. His ribs heaved with the effort, each breath clearly agonizing, but he didn’t stop. It wasn’t the laugh of a man defeated—it was the laugh of someone who knew something Ross didn’t. Something darkly ironic.Ross’s face twisted, his rage boiling over. He stormed forward, his boots crunching against the gravel, and swung his fist hard into Xavier’s jaw. The crack of bone against bone made me flinch, my stomach lurching.Xavier’s head snapped to the side, but the laughter didn’t stop. It was quieter now, more strained, but it was still there—a low, mocking hum that seemed to crawl under Ross’s skin.“Why are you laughing, you fool?” Ross snarled, grabbing Xavier’s chin and forcing his head up. His fingers dug into Xavier’s skin, leaving angry red marks. “What’s so damn funny?”Xavier’s eyes met mine for a split second, and in that moment, I saw it—the flicker of something unshakable,
Hannah’s POVRoss’s voice broke through my thoughts, sharp and venomous. “You think you’re smart, don’t you, Xavier?” he spat, pacing back and forth like a caged animal. “Well, I don’t need a damn mate bond to get rid of her. I have other means.”My heart raced, and I instinctively moved closer to Jackson, shielding him with my body.Ross turned to me, his eyes blazing. He raised his hand, and for a moment, I thought he was going to strike me. I braced myself, my breath catching in my throat.But then Xavier growled, low and menacing, even from where he knelt on the ground. “Touch her,” he said, his voice raw but steady, “and I swear, Ross, I’ll rip you apart, piece by piece.”Ross laughed, but it was hollow and strained. “Look at you,” he sneered, gesturing to Xavier’s battered form. “On your knees, powerless to protect her. You should’ve let her mark you. At least then you would’ve shared the suffering.”I glared at him, my voice trembling but firm. “You can kill me,” I said, meetin
XAVIER’S POVThe chains shattered, and I stumbled forward, my body screaming in protest. The poison still clawed at my veins, but the rush of adrenaline drowned it out, sharpening my focus. My eyes darted to Andrew and Kas, their presence like a lifeline in the chaos.Andrew was already at Coby’s side, snapping the chains with fierce determination. Coby swayed as Andrew helped him to his feet, his face pale and his breathing ragged. He looked like he was hanging on by a thread.Ross’s voice cut through the tension, cold and mocking. “What a touching reunion,” he sneered, his lips curling into that twisted smirk I’d come to loathe. “Pity it’ll be your last. I’m going to wipe you and your men from existence, Xavier.”My jaw tightened, my fists clenching at my sides. “Stop hiding behind your lackeys, Ross,” I growled, my voice low and dangerous. “Face me yourself, if you’ve got the guts. Or are you too much of a coward to fight your own battles?”Ross laughed, a hollow, bitter sound that
XAVIER’S POVThe world didn’t just freeze, my whole being narrowed down to that single moment where my little boy was face with death in the hands of Ross. Then Coby moved.He threw himself between Jackson and Ross, his body taking the full force of the blow. Ross’s claws tore into his neck, and Coby crumpled to the ground, blood pooling beneath him.Something inside me snapped.I was on Ross before he could react, my claws sinking into his flesh. He screamed—a high, panicked sound—but I didn’t care. I tore off one hand, then the other, his blood spraying across the ground.His cries were meaningless noise, drowned out by the roaring in my ears. “You dare try to hurt my son!” I snarled, my voice trembling with fury.Ross fell to his knees, armless and broken, his face a mask of terror. I grabbed him by the hair, forcing him to look at me. His lips moved, but I didn’t let him speak. With one swift motion, I slit his throat open, more blood gushing out as I watched the light fade from h
Xavier’s POVI nodded at him, the weight of what had happened still pressing down on me. I glanced out the window, catching a glimpse of Andrew’s car behind us. Coby’s body lay across the backseat, still and lifeless. My chest tightened. He’d given everything to protect our son. How could I ever forget that?“I should’ve stopped Ross,” I muttered, more to myself than anyone else. The guilt was a knife twisting in my gut. “I should’ve stopped him sooner.”Andrew’s voice crackled through the comms, calm but heavy with grief. “Coby made his choice, Xavier. He loved Jackson just as much as you do, and he did what he did knowing the full consequences”I clenched my teeth, fighting back the lump in my throat. “That doesn’t make it right.”“It doesn’t have to,” Andrew replied softly. “It just is.”The pack house came into view as the sun began to rise, its familiar silhouette nothing like the chaos inside me. As we pulled up, pack members rushed toward the cars, their faces a mix of relief a
HANNAH’S POVThe first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was the white ceiling above me, the bright light in the room too harsh for my sensitive vision. My eyelids fluttered, resisting the fluorescent glow.Aside from that, I could hear a steady, rhythmic beep… beep… beep… pulsing in my ears—slow and mocking, a reminder that I was still here. Alive.I turned my head—too fast—and the world tilted. A sharp sting bit into my arm where the IV needle sat buried beneath my skin. The scent of antiseptic burned my nose, sterile and cold. And then—warmth. A familiar, grounding presence.Xavier.His large hand enveloped mine, calloused fingers trembling slightly against my palm as soon as he noticed my open eyes staring at him. His face was haggard, dark shadows pooling beneath his bloodshot gaze. His usually styled dark hair was a mess, as if he’d been running his hands through it for hours.“Xavier!” I managed to croak, my throat dry and rough.His breath hitched. A shudder ran through him,
Hannah’s POVSix Years LaterTime had woven its quiet magic around us, stitching the years together with laughter, love, and the steady rhythm of our growing family. Jackson, now twelve, carried himself with the quiet confidence of a young Alpha in training—taking after Xavier.Liam, at six, was quieter, thoughtful, and always observing, but he had the strength and resolve of his father too. He took everything seriously, from his training to his studies. Laila, on the other hand, was full of boundless energy.She was fierce, confident, and determined, much like Xavier and Jackson. Despite my gentle protests that training was for boys, she never listened."Mom, I can do anything Jackson and Liam can do!" she would say, hands on her hips, her bright eyes glowing with determination.I sighed, trying once more to reason with her. "Sweetheart, training is tough. It's dangerous and—""I don't care!" she interrupted, shaking her head. "I want to be strong like Daddy and my brothers. Just wat
HANNAH’S POVOne Year LaterThe twins’ first birthday had arrived in a whirlwind of laughter, tiny hands grabbing at everything, and sleepless nights that somehow still left my heart full. A whole year—twelve months of first smiles, first steps, first words. A year of watching Laila and Liam grow, their personalities blooming like wildflowers, bright and unstoppable.The house was alive with celebration today, every corner bursting with color. Balloons bobbed against the ceiling, streamers fluttered in the breeze from the open windows, and the scent of vanilla frosting from the cake mingled with the warm, earthy aroma of pack members gathered close. Their voices blended into a comforting hum, a chorus of love that wrapped around me like a second skin.Laila was in her element—unstoppable, radiant. Her tiny feet pounded against the wooden floor as she darted between guests, her dark curls bouncing with every step. She squealed as Jackson, ever the doting big brother, chased her in circ
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HANNAH’S POVAs usual, pack members and friends came in their numbers to welcome our bundle of joy. The twins were three weeks old when the first real storm hit.Not the kind with thunder and lightning—though the sky outside the packhouse had been a brooding gray all day—but the kind that brewed in the quiet spaces between exhaustion and overwhelming love.Laila had been fussing for hours, her tiny face scrunched in displeasure, her cries sharp enough to make my bones ache. Liam, usually the calmer of the two, had picked up on her distress, his whimpers joining hers in a relentless chorus.I swayed gently in the rocking chair, Laila pressed against my chest, her tiny fingers tangled in the fabric of my shirt. My eyelids felt like lead, my body still healing—still sore in ways I hadn’t expected.“Shhh, sweet girl,” I murmured, running a hand over her downy hair. “Mama’s here.”But she only cried harder, her little body trembling.Across the room, Xavier paced with Liam in his arms, his
HANNAH’S POVThe days after Laila and Liam’s birth melted into a fog of exhaustion, wonder, and a love so fierce it hurt. Our home, once a steady hum of three, now thrummed with the wild, beautiful chaos of five—tiny hiccupping cries, Jackson’s excited footsteps pounding down the hall, Xavier’s deep, soothing voice murmuring promises as he moved through the house, always there, always knowing what we needed before we did.The morning after we were discharged from the hospital, I woke to the soft, uneven whimpers of the twins. My body ached, muscles still trembling from the ordeal, my mind heavy with a tiredness that seeped into my bones. But when I turned my head, Xavier was already there—his broad arms lifting them from their crib as gently as if they were made of glass."Shhh, my loves," he whispered, his voice thick with sleep but impossibly gentle. He cradled them against his chest, one in each arm, his thumbs brushing their flushed cheeks. "Let your mama rest a little longer, yea
HANNAH’S POVThe soft morning light filtered through the sheer curtains of the nursery, casting a gentle glow over the tiny cribs, the plush stuffed animals, and the freshly painted walls.I ran my fingers along the edge of the changing table, adjusting the neatly folded blankets again—though they were already perfect. My heart fluttered at the thought of the twins finally coming home. Our home.“Just a little longer now,” I whispered, a smile tugging at the corner of my lips.I picked up a small stuffed wolf, turning it over in my hands before placing it carefully beside its twin—when suddenly, warmth rushed down my legs, soaking through my dress.My breath hitched. “Oh.”A sharp cramp twisted low in my belly, stealing the air from my lungs. My fingers dug into the edge of the crib as another wave of pressure rolled through me. “It’s happening.”“Jackson!” I called, forcing my voice to stay steady even as my pulse roared in my ears.The door burst open seconds later, my son’s wide, wo
HANNAH’S POVAs our kiss deepened, Xavier’s touch became more insistent. He dipped his head, his lips brushing against my hardened nipple under my nightie. I arched my back, offering myself to him, and moaned softly as his tongue circled my nipple. The sensation was maddening—a slow, deliberate torment. When he finally sucked gently, a jolt of pleasure shot through me, centering on my clit.“Xavier, that feels so good.”He didn’t answer with words. Instead, he freed me from my clothes and sucked harder, his fingers leaving trails of goosebumps all over my skin. His thumb found my clit, stroking it with a rhythm that made me writhe beneath him. A flood of arousal slicked my folds as he added a third finger, the stretch overwhelming and perfect.The pressure built to a breaking point, and I couldn’t hold back the cry of his name as I shattered around him. The intensity of the orgasm left me trembling, aftershocks rippling through me as his movements slowed, his thumb brushing over me in
HANNAH’S POVSix months had slipped by so fast—each day a moment of sweat, laughter, and quiet healing. The pack had risen from the ashes of what was broken, becoming stronger and more vibrant than before. Houses once scarred by fire during the attack now stood proud under the moonlight, their walls whispering stories of resilience.And in the heart of it all, our home—no longer the modest bungalow we had shared before, but something grander, warmer, alive with the promise of new life.The ultrasound had revealed we were having twins. Twins. The word still sent a thrill through me, equal parts wonder and terror. Xavier, ever the overprepared Alpha, had swept me into his arms the moment we found out and declared, "We’re getting a bigger house."No argument, no hesitation—just that fierce, protective certainty that made my heart ache in the best way.Tonight, the pack had gathered to celebrate the near-completion of the rebuild. The air had been thick with laughter, the scent of roasted
Hannah’s POVIn the days that followed, Lily and Andrew came to visit us in the hospital. The room seemed to brighten instantly with their presence. Lily carried a beautiful bouquet of white lilies—her namesake—and a basket of fruits.Andrew, as always, had a more somber demeanor, but his eyes were soft with concern. They walked in quietly, and as Lily placed the flowers on the bedside table, she gave me a warm smile.Lily was the first to speak, her voice soft but filled with relief. “It’s so good to see you awake, Luna. We’ve been worried about you. The whole pack has.”I smiled at her, touched by their concern. “I’m better, thanks to all of you.”Andrew stood by her side, his hand resting on her back. He nodded to me before speaking in his calm, steady tone. “You’re strong, Hannah. We knew you’d pull through. How are you feeling?”I glanced at Jackson, who was sitting up in the small bed beside me, playing with one of the toys Xavier had brought earlier. “I’m just grateful to be he